Raising My Wife novel Chapter 19

"Ah! ! ! ! !" After taking a soft shower, Lily lay on the bed, thinking about what had happened all day. The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became. Finally Lily couldn't help but call out in a low voice.

When she finished, Lily finally calmed down. She said to herself in bed, "what happened to you today? You won't behave like this all the time! But today, he is so strange." Lily glanced at tiger puppet next to her and thought of the third room where there were all puppets.

She thought it over carefully. Since her mother died, James was the first person who was so nice to her.

She prepared such a beautiful room for herself, a full room of puppets, an independent study environment, and what surprised her most was that he cooked for her. Perhaps, he did that not all for me, but I could feel that he treated me differently from others.

Why?' Lily didn't know the reason.

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Someone was knocking at the door? 'But Lara isn't here today. No one will knock at the door. I must have misheard, ' Lily thought. Lily just ignored turned her back to the tiger puppet.

After a while, a knock sounded on the door again. The voice was calm, indicating that the person outside was very patient.

'Is there really someone knocking at the door?' Lily couldn't help but get up and get out of bed. When she walked to the door, she raised her voice to ask who it was. Lily walked to the door, and suddenly opened it. A tall figure stood outside the door. She was startled when she saw it clearly.

Unexpectedly, It was James!

"Well... Well... Well... What's up?" Lily asked incoherently as soon as she came to her senses. She looked at James in surprise.

There was no exaggeration on James's face. Seeing that, James softened his tone, "you don't have to be so afraid of me."

Lily awkwardly raised her hand, scratching her head, "no..."

"Drink it." James handed her the things in his hand.

Lily looked down and saw a glass of milk that James had handed to her. When James raised the milk, the light in the soft room just poured into the milk cup, and the milk glowed. The milk today looked more delicious than usual.

Lily didn't take the milk, and stared at that glass of milk. 'James's hands were beautiful, so was the milk.' Lily raised her head gently and looked straight into James's steady eyes. "I don't know the reason, but I really appreciate you. Thank you for everything you have done. Thank you." Lily had been gazing at James, hoping to find any other emotions in his eyes, but to no avail.

"Drink it." James pushed the milk a little bit to Lily's side and repeated what he had said.

Lily nodded. This time, she didn't refuse. She took it and drank it at small gulps. However, Lily was not as calm as she appeared to be. She watched the milk being slowly drunk by herself, being afraid that she would reveal her inner emotions carelessly.